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... p> A thick spike of blood bursts from the palm of my hand and shoots toward a large tree about twenty meters away, in the enormous garden — actually, no, in the real private park — surrounding John Hardley’s villa.
Watching that spike streak across my vision pumps me up like crazy — damn it, I really look like I just stepped out of an anime! But the excitement doesn’t last long: the projectile liquefies halfway there, splashing the grass red, without a single drop even reaching the tree ...
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